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Rapsody - Asteroids ft. Hit-Boy (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rapsody
Rapsody
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlanna Evans
Marlanna Evans
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Corbett
Corbett
Producer
Marlanna Evans
Marlanna Evans
Recording Engineer
Eric Guerrero
Eric Guerrero
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor Gaspar
Victor Gaspar
Additional Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Right, uh First name Marlanna, last name Evans (hello) Underappreciated, but I'm still the most respected (right) My insecurity is the fear of being rejected (uh) When you this raw, they listen with an erection (uh) Niggas pull the Drac' before they rap about affection There I go, hard to rap without a message (yeah) My biggest flex is I can stand on what I did (flex) Never faked anything, the cars or how I lived (lived) I ain't no millionaire, I ain't no bitch Real niggas don't shoot, they talk with they fist (huh) Lose some, win some, live another 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 It ain't worth doing the bid (never), advice I give (yeah) How I'm underpaid when a motherfucker like me is nice like this? Nobody write my shit (yeah), I should wake up in Jacob Make what they make and drive a four-point-six (that's crazy) I went Roc boy to hot boy, to Hit-Boy, them big boys Y'all threw some rocks at me, I threw back asteroids Y'all crazy I'm crazy I spit that "Oh my God" shit to rearrange your molars (nah) This for the culture (yeah), this that rap shit, that rap shit underexposed to Almost went M.I.A. on niggas like Lauryn Out the window like the Joker, in the foreign acting foreign I finally went psycho (psycho), Jhené Aiko (yeah), it's gon' be 2K Only way these lil', lil', lil' brothers could ever play me (tough) Industry plants, I eat 'em like Dr. Sebi (hard) If I went basic, I'd be in the Wraith (Wraith) If I had a dick, I'd be in the greatest debates (that's a fact) Call me pick-me, fuck y'all bitches like Lena Waithe (fuck 'em) That's my pride talking, insecurities, I face scars like Omar coming Nah, rap back (rap back), took bigger steps than Kodak Pushed 'em off Everest, just to remind niggas what my level is Rap back, they don't pay me at the level that I rap at (uh), crazy If they can't benefit off you then they act shady (uh) I thought most the love would come back from my ladies 'Bout 60-40, I'm just making observation Niggas call it clout-chasin', uh, when I mention Jay-Z (fact) Fuck y'all, y'all just mad 'cause he don't know y'all Maybe? Huh I went Roc boy to hot boy, to Hit-Boy, them big boys (uh) Y'all threw some rocks at me, I threw back asteroids (tough), uh No more noise from y'all niggas (come on) When you the sun, you shine on all the Icaruses (uh) Know my power, I know what my penmanship did (it's dope) Drop so many jewels, I couldn't even put 'em on wrist (uh) That's the sacrifice (yeah) when you this nice (ah) They wanna dim your light (they tryin' to) But never that (never that) Never that (never, never, never) I went Roc boy to hot boy, to Hit-Boy, them big boys Y'all threw some rocks at me, I threw back asteroids Y'all crazy I'm crazy
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Dustin James Corbett, Marlanna Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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